A Silent Hunting

Oh, most silent predator How I covert your stealth Masked by nature’s mantle You hunt without effort Whilst I lie huddled A blot on the landscape Waiting to feel Warm breath on my neck Make death quick I beg thee For I could not bear To disturb such tranquility Image courtesy of Google images & […]

A Lycan Night

Slowly, slowly, moving on I follow the lead of my venting breath A chill The hairs on my neck stand on end Every crack of twig Every whoosh of wind And every second is an eternity Moon strays from behind cloud Illuminating a darkling wood A call. My blood freezes I am frozen I want […]